"You thought the wolves outside were dangerous, Sakshi? They are nothing compared to what lives in this house." Saakshi ran into the dark to escape a predator and tripped straight into the arms of the devil himself. She didn't know who Mahir Qureshi was when she let him shield her. She didn't know whose bed she was in when she made the biggest mistake of her life. Terrified of the gunshots and the haze of that penthouse night, she fled before sunrise, praying to never cross his path again. Three months later, she thinks she has rebuilt her life at a new company. Until the glass doors slide open and the Chairman of Qureshi Enterprises walks into her department. He doesn't recognize her pale, shaking form. To his stone-cold eyes, her trembling energy is just incompetence-and Mahir Qureshi tolerates no weakness. He cuts her salary, watches her patterns, and pushes her to the brink, completely unaware that her declining performance is due to the seventeen weeks she has spent quietly carrying his child. He takes her in purely to secure what is his, leaving her to endure a cold mansion and a judgmental family. Saakshi is perfectly safe from the man who chased her in the rain... but who is going to save her from the father of her child? 🖤 MAFIA WORKPLACE ROMANCE | SECRET PREGNANCY | FORCED PROXIMITY 🖤 A story about survival, emotional trauma, and a slow burn that will make your heart ache.

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

She was someone so pure that even the devil would want to protect her. And he was the devil... When his eyes landed on her, Their world changed. She never knew it was the last day of her freedom. He kidnapped her . Married her. Loved her. Worshipped her. And he would bend the world to have her . Content Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, and non-consensual situations, including forced marriage and physical dominance. It depicts intense emotional and psychological distress. Recommended for mature readers aged 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

Aree Rahul, biscut ke saath khao na", The Prime Minister suggested. Rahul smiled and picked up a biscuit or rather, a piece of a biscuit (because they were all crushed), the biscuit was stale and moist but Rahul nonetheless proceeded to dip it into the delicious, now cold chai. The moment the biscuit was dunked into the chai, it broke off, falling into the chai. Modi chuckled. "Mai maddat karta hu." Modi proclaimed and before Rahul could react Modi's hand reached deep into the cup of chai and scooped out the remains of the biscuit. Rahul stood there horrified. He gasped. Modi made full use of the opportunity and entered his hand into Rahul's mouth with the remains of the biscuits that were still in his hand. "Yeh lo." Said Modi. As horrified as Rahul was, he was beet red. He savoured the flavour of the biscuits and along with it the flavour of Modi's hand which was still in his mouth and wondered why the biscuits smelled of ammonia READ THE FULL STORY TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER **Guys it's just my mann ki baat don't kill me for this. ** THIS IS SATIRE

"Ahhh, leave me...I am sorry...please" A girl was begging and dragging by a very muscular man, was crying but the man was very deaf to hear her pleadings. He brought her to his room and threw her on the bed. He threw her ghungroo on the floor. "You want to dance, right? Then dance as much as you want but only in front of me, but next time you won't dance outside to this room, this is not your fucking brothel and you're just my prostitute so you are here only to entertain me." ************ "You wanted to become my wife, right? So, let's make you mine...." In a very dark room a girl was whimpering in a corner. She was too scared to look up but the man who was in front of her was not in the mood to show mercy on her. ************ "I can't marry you...and you can't force me to-" Before she could complete her sentence a very rough lips met to hers and shut her up. "You have to become my wife, Dhani! Because you caught my attention, beautiful" ************** The Sherawat brothers, the very powerful men in the business world and the black world. They belong to a very royal and famous family. This family has some strict rules which are followed by each and every family member. But are the new members able to follow their rules or not? 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧:- 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

"𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩" "I won't marry you Mr.Adhyant Singh Sherawat at least not in this birth." A girl said angrily and tried to make her wrist free from his hold. He took the last puff of the cigarette and threw it. He crushed it under his shoes. "Miss. Saachi Laksh Raina. Do you know whom you have killed that night? She was my fiance. I know that if you hand you to the police you will come out. So, I will punish you for your whole life. Now, ready to be mine." Whispering the last words he caressed her face sensually. "I will die before I marry you." She shouted while he smirked and gave her a challenging look. "Why will you die let die your parents." Saying this he took out his phone and dial a number. "Hello, yeah Rao killed them and make sure that you burn them alive so that my time and money don't waste in their cremation." He said very relaxingly while his eyes were fixed on Saachi. Who shook her head. ************************ 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠

This is not a love story. It's a warning. When you leave a monster starving, don't be surprised when he hunts you down to feed. .................. She ran from him once-barefoot, bleeding, and too young to understand what she meant to a boy like Ayan Khan. But Ayan never forgot. Years passed. Power built. Rage festered. Love turned into obsession. And when fate brought Ishi back into his world-bloody, broken, and seconds from death-he didn't hesitate. He saved her life. Then caged her in his. ⚠️⚠️☠️ This story contains violent death and unsettling darkness. Unlimited darkness, It is not safe, not soft, and not kind. If you're sensitive, emotional, or faint-hearted-stop here. This isn't a story you read. It's a story you survive. What the world sees is a ruthless billionaire, feared and worshipped in equal measure. What she sees is the same boy she abandoned-now a man who doesn't just want her back... he wants revenge. Punishment. Obedience. Belonging. Every scar on her skin, every kiss on her lips-it's all him. To Ayan, Ishi was never a girl who left. She was always the girl who would come back. Because she was his. Then. Now. Always. And this time, she doesn't get to run.